CHAPTER 36 BOWER
BOWER
“This is such a good video,” I say as I sit on Bennett’s lap, completely topless now because he cooked me one hell of a chicken dinner. “I’m getting turned on from you fingering chicken.”
“Can you not say it like that?” he says.
“That’s what you’re doing. You butterflied the chicken breast and then slid your finger through the crack. God, it looks like you’re fingering a woman. I wonder if Gretchen will approve.”
“Given how she doesn’t seem to care how we get views, as long as we get them, pretty sure she’ll approve.”
His hand climbs up my stomach so his thumb caresses the underside of my breast gently, his other hand slowly working over my other breast, his fingers toying with my nipple, making me feel dizzy with need.
“How is that going to coincide with the book club?”
I turn to look at him. “Are you serious? Bennett, it’s a romance book club. This coincides perfectly. Just watch. I’ll say something in the text like, ‘Come join us for book club.’ But then italicize the word ‘come.’ We have to be suggestive here.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been trying to be suggestive this entire time, and you still have your phone in your hand.”
He pinches my nipple, making me yelp. “Bennett.”
He chuckles and then whispers in my ear, “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and set my phone down before straddling his lap. “No, just surprised me.”
He connects his forehead with mine. “Would you tell me if I ever did?”
“Of course, but I know you wouldn’t.”
“I’d like to think so, but I sometimes feel myself lose control when I’m around you…in you. I just want to make sure you’re communicating with me, letting me know if I ever do hurt you.”
“I’d tell you,” I say.
“Good.” He kisses me lightly and then lifts us both out of the chair, his strength so impressive, because he did that without even grunting.
I cling to him as he carries us into my bedroom and he stands me in front of the floor-length mirror propped against my wall.
Standing behind me, he says, “Ever since I saw this mirror in your bedroom, I’ve had visions of what I’d do to you in front of it.” His fingers trail down my side, sending chills up my arm and making my nipples pebble.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, my breath catching as he drags my pants down, along with my thong, leaving me in nothing.
“Getting you naked is job number one,” he says and then walks over to my nightstand in nothing but a pair of sweatpants that barely cling to his hips, his erection swaying between his legs, enticing me to do all sorts of naughty things to him.
He opens my drawer and pulls out my vibrator.
“How did you know that was in there?”
“Assumed,” he says and then switches it on, the vibrating sound ringing out in the room. “Ever since I heard you use this, I knew I needed to try it on you.” He smirks. “But before I do that, you need to try it out on me first.” He nods at me. “On your knees.”
A thrill chases up my spine as I grip his hips and slowly lower in front of him.
Kneeling, I take his pants and drag them down his thighs, revealing what I thought ever since he came into my apartment, that he’s not wearing any boxer briefs.
He steps out of his pants and I stare up at his massive erection as he lowers the vibrator down to me.
“Bring me to the edge, but don’t make me come. If you do, I’ll edge you all night without relief.”
The thought of going all night, edging me until I cry almost feels like a fantastic way to spend the evening, but I also don’t think I’d withstand the torture.
So I take the vibrator and turn it on and then run it lightly up the inside of his leg. He spreads a little wider for me, allowing me more access. I run the vibrator between his legs, right up against his balls for a moment before I drag it down his leg, causing him to moan.
I repeat the sensation, dragging up, just lightly grazing his sensitive flesh, and then all the way down, switching legs. I watch as his cock jolts every time I graze his scrotum. I marvel at the way the muscles in his chest ripple with every deep breath.
And I get lost in the blue of his eyes as he stares down at me with awe and hunger.
When I notice a drop of pre-cum on his tip, I bring the vibrator back up and then place it right at his perineum.
“Fuuuck,” he drags out, his head falling back, his cock twitching. “That’s it, beautiful.”
He’s so hot.
So fucking hot.
Just from the sight of him, I’m aroused, but mix in the tone of his voice when he’s being pleasured, oh my God, I’m so wet and ready for him.
As I continue to pleasure him with the vibrator, hitting him in a sensitive spot, I take his length in my other hand and roll my tongue around the head, carefully swiping around and around and around until his hips lightly thrust, looking for some sort of pressure.
I shift the vibrator to be pressing against the underside of his balls just as I take him in my mouth, sucking just the head, but sucking hard, lightly using my teeth around the rim.
“Fuck,” he shouts as his legs go weak for a moment. “Fuck, baby, yes.”
Inwardly smiling, I continue to lightly tug on him, over and over again, watching as his control slips, his pleasure starts to heighten, and every muscle in his body tenses.
“Close…fuck, I’m so close, baby.”
And I take that as my sign, letting him go and removing the vibrator, leaving his cock straining up his stomach, looking so fucking hot that I don’t care about the edging. I want him coming on my tongue.
I go back to take him in my mouth, but he stops me. “I’ll explode if you do that. And I want to come inside you. I want to fill you fucking up.”
He nods for me to stand as he helps me up with his hand, and then he spins me around, so his cock nestles between my ass cheeks.
One hand falls to my stomach, while the other takes the vibrator and runs it across my nipples.
Whispering into my ear, he asks, “Are you turned on?”
“Yes,” I say on a gasp when he kicks my legs wider apart.
“Show me.”
I reach between my legs, swipe at my pussy, and then bring my wet fingers up to his mouth. I watch in the mirror as his lips wrap around my digits, only to gently suck them until they’re out of his mouth.
Staring into the mirror, he says, “Fucking perfect.”
And then his hand moves to my breasts, his fingers grazing over my nipples.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he says as his other hand lowers the vibrator and gently presses it against my slit.
I melt into his touch.
“Eye contact,” he snaps, forcing me to look at him in the mirror.
“Good girl,” he whispers and then presses kisses along my neck, looking up at me in the mirror every other kiss.
“Could you feel me inside of you today?”
“Yes,” I moan as he presses the vibrator harder against my clit.
“Could you taste me on your tongue?” He rolls my nipple and I let out a hiss of pleasure as I continue to look at him in the mirror.
“Yes.”
“Did you crave me every fucking second of the day?”
“I wish I had the day off. I wanted…your…fuck,” I groan as he continues to play with my nipple.
“What did you want, beautiful?”
“Your cock. Badly.”
“Then fucking take it,” he says before lifting my leg up on the ottoman next to us and then angling himself so he can slip inside me, the spread of my legs heightening the experience as he brings the vibrator back to my clit.
“Oh God, Bennett.” My head falls back to his shoulder and he thrusts up into me, making my entire body jolt with his movement.
“Eyes on me,” he snaps, causing me to lift my head and focus on him in the mirror. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, I can already feel you squeezing me.”
“Because…I’m…close.” The vibration’s right against my clit, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure.
Pleasure only Bennett has been able to give me.
The type of pleasure I always read about but wasn’t sure actually existed. I’m here to say that it does exist.
“I want you coming hard.” His hand grips my neck. “Drench my cock.” He squeezes just enough to send a thrill of passion through me as he thrusts, the vibrations of the vibrator sending me all at the same time.
“Fuck, Bennett,” I yell as pleasure rips through me, my clit spasming, my pussy clenching around him.
“Yes, baby, fuck. Squeeze me. Fucking good girl.”
He holds the vibrator against my clit, not letting up as I continue to spiral over and over, his thrusts and slide almost too much for me as my pleasure doesn’t stop, but keeps going.
“Jesus fuck,” he shouts as he drops the vibrator, bends me over, and then pounds into me at an angle so deep that he’s hitting me in a different spot, sending me over the edge once more, my moans uncontrollable, the pleasure so intense that I black out, vaguely noticing the sound of his groans before he spills into me, his body stilling and his chest rumbling with pleasure.
After a few seconds, he helps me back up to standing, turns me around, and holds me tight as I feel his cum start to drip down my leg.
And I love every single second of it.
He kisses the side of my head, both of us sweaty and spent.
“Christ,” he whispers, his body slightly shaking. “I’ve never come as hard as I do when I’m with you.”
“I didn’t know sex could be like this,” I admit. “Sure, I read about it, but that’s fiction.”
“There’s nothing fictional about this,” he says and then leads me toward the bathroom where he turns on the shower, keeping me close the entire time.
I wrap my arms around him, finding so much comfort being held by him, up against his chest, like nothing could ever harm me when I’m in his embrace.
I kiss his chest and say, “The way you pressed your hand to my throat, did you learn that from one of the books we’ve read?”
He chuckles and nods. “I did. That okay?”
“Are you kidding? Of course it was okay. It was so hot.”
“You liked it?” he asks as he helps me into the shower and starts wetting us both down.
“A lot,” I say.
“Does that mean you’re interested in other things, like being tied up?”
I look up at him and feel my entire body light up with the idea. “Yes.”
His eyes darken. “Looks like I need to get some silk ties.”
“Looks like it.”